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hope like a feather...

Hope is the thing with feathers

that perches in the soul,

And sings the tune--without the words,

And never stops at all

-Emily Dickinson


If Jesus came back today, I'd have some questions for him...one in particular...how does one have continual hope in such chaos that surrounds them daily? Read CNN, FOX NEWS, newspaper, watch the news, step outside and go in the city, loss of life is everywhere. People are depressed, drunkards, egotistical, always wanting more, never satisfied, and most importantly, without hope that this life will get any better than what it is. How do you have hope...that's what I would ask Him. Then I think he would look at me softly, smile and hope would flood my soul. I don't really think he would have to say anything. That's the Jesus I know. He gives hope to the hopeless and even in the midst of trying circumstances, when we are tired by the road we have been walking on, when all seems lost, there is hope...in every small moment, in every big moment, in every confusing, horrid or sad moment, there is hope. And it is not just any kind of hope...it's a hope that is as light as a feather...once you have tasted the sweetness of it, it perches in your soul, and can sing to you, even without words...and it never stops. This is where my hope comes from...and this is why I smile through the jubilations and tribulations.


"For I hope in You, O Lord..." Psalm 38:15

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